Laundry Laundry go away...

I am doing laundry.  Again.  I hate laundry.  I don't like collecting it, washing it, drying it, folding it, putting it away.  None of it.  Funny then, that the ministry I do is tied to laundry.  Hmmm, not only do I do it for all six of us, but the pounds? gallons? tubs? whatever measurement you use, it is a LOT, for LION's.  I even have TWO washers and dryers.  How's that for a lifetime achievement?

So, Tuesday and Friday are laundry days here; this being Friday makes it today.  I am three fourths of the way through....as long as you don't count the folding part.  I'm hoping I can bribe the boys.  At least if they just put it away in their drawers I don't know if it is folded or not. 

As I was transferring the clothes in and out, I realized that I have found some pretty crazy stuff in the washer and dryer. Most of it was not mine, although I have to admit some of it was.  Here is a partial list:  mulch, not that unusual, however, the quantity makes it such.  Rocks. Tons, really.  They make a distinctive banging noise, especially on the spin cycle.  Crayons.  This isn't too bad if you catch it in the washer.  If it goes through the dryer, it turns to goo.  I have, however, learned you can use the mulch found in an earlier cycle and scrape the crayola out while it is still warm.  That's the key.  Gummy bears.  Did you know they come out smaller than they go in?  Guess the wash cycle rinses it away.  Yummy.  Paper of course.  Gives credence to "My mom washed my homework" because I probably did.  Chap stick.  This has the unique property of making your clothes, at least in spots, water resistant.  Silverware.  Hmmm.  Marbles, superhero's, race cars, a shoe, gum, chocolate (what a waste), headbands, a hunk of mud that was apparently so large it didn't wash away, hair ties, a watch, money, beads, and today this black, hardish, tar-looking thing.  I have NO idea what is was or where it came from, but I bet Abraham knows!

I have to say that this alone can make laundry tolerable.  I think it is kind of funny the things I have found in their pockets, well, what was in their pockets.  It is a little window on their minds... scary.